Page 27 of Dirty Little Secret
I knew he would ask the hard questions!
“Long story.” My brain hurt as I tried to think of what to say. “Another time, maybe.”
“Definitely,” he said with a nod. “Come back to my office with us. I want to catch up. And you’re not getting out of here without giving me your number, either.”
He wants my number!
“I don’t know.” I looked at the clear glass sliding doors that would lead me outside.
I should really get away from him before I blurt out the secret I’ve kept from him and everyone else for nearly eleven years.
“I do.” In typical Kane fashion, he reached out and took my hand, tugging me along with him. “You’re not getting away from me as easily this time.”
Fox trotted right along with us on the other side of his father. “So, how do you know my dad?”
With no idea how to answer that question, I looked at Kane, who helped me out. “School, Fox.”
“Oh, I get it now. You went to school with Dad.” Fox nodded, looking much older and wiser than his young years. “Did you know my mom?”
Kane patted his son on the back. “Let’s not go there, Fox. Not right now.”
Kane had to have gotten another girl pregnant right around the time he’d gotten me that way. I knew that now without a single doubt. And she’d gone to the same school as us too, apparently.
Now I really didn’t want him to know about the son we’d made.
How humiliating!
“Is his mother still in the picture?” I whispered to Kane as we went through a door that took us to a long hallway.
Shaking his head, Kane said, “Nah.”
I found his answer pretty vague. But how could I say anything about that when I was being so vague too? “Oh.”
Fox opened one of the many doors that lined the hallway. “Here’s the office the doctors use when they work here. Dad really works at the clinic next door.”
“I can’t believe you’re a doctor, Kane. That’s such an amazing accomplishment. And you’re still so young, too.” I was thoroughly impressed, and a bit envious, too.
What could I have become had I not been shamed by my own parents, called an evil sinner every day for two hellish years, and made to give up our son?
Kane gestured to a chair, and I took the seat he’d offered. “Well, I found motivation in my son here. He came into my life at a young age, and all I wanted to do was accomplish my career aspirations as fast as I could. That way I could take care of him the way I thought he deserved.”
“I had no idea you were on becoming a doctor.” I crossed my legs, bouncing my foot to help release some of the nervous tension that had built up with our meeting.
This was never supposed to happen. Yet there I was, sitting in his office, looking at the little boy he’d made with someone else—and had been able to keep and raise, too.
He could’ve been a father to our son. But my fucking parents had taken it all away from him and me both. He had been a standup guy. He had taken on the responsibility of having a baby. And he’d made something of himself too.
We had both been robbed, and so had our son. And all because my godforsaken parents thought what we’d done was evil, impure, and one of the biggest sins one could commit.
It only served to make me hate them even more than I already did.
“Do you have any kids?” his son asked me as he sat on a sofa, smiling away at me.
“No,” came my quick reply.
Kane took over the questioning, “Married?”
“No.” I shrugged. “No one has ever asked.”
